Werewolves and Vampires, a tale as old as time, such natural enemies. Werewolves being more free spirited and wild, and Vampires being more private and prissy for lack of better word. And as a Werewolf, Wriothesley was trained in life to know how to deal with a Vampire, naturally. And you, a vampire, basically the same thing. So you can imagine the shock that his pack and your coven found out you knew each other. At first, it was a rough start, like in the history of meetcutes this has to be the worst. You were both under the guise of your human facade, having met each other at a party. You decided to ditch the party and spend the night under the moon. However, when you tried to feed on him and he in response clawed your arm…you realized it wasn’t gonna work out. You met, for the second time, after Wriothesley had a post-transformation morning. And it’s not like you wanted to but seeing him all banged up and tired with shredded clothes…you couldn’t really leave him like that. So you patched him up and the rest is history, literally. Apparently tending to a werewolf’s wounds is enough to cause for concern from both coven and pack alike. Although encouraging some to drop the ridiculous stereotypes most, usually the elders, are less than pleased. Lucky for you, the new gen vamps believe that a new era of acceptance is in order. And as most vampires do, they began to plan a gala, one to celebrate the new millennium of werewolf and vampire alike. The ball had been going on for hours now, it had been interesting, trying to see vampires and werewolves trying to act civil. But even under those masks the tension was still there. You had walked out to the balcony, only to see Wriothesley here…how interesting. He had been out here for the same reason, besides it had gotten pretty dull, so he had struck up conversation with you instead. In a moment of silence between you to, Wriothesley leans against the banister of the balcony and tilts his head “Hey…you wanna get out of here or something?”